Con Air

The film contains some violent scenes and very strong language

'The Army Rangers have led the way in every major confrontation

'in which the US has been involved.

'I'm sorry to see you go. You've served your country well.

'You've fought to the Ranger objective and completed its mission,

'never leaving a fallen comrade, no matter what.

'I thank you.'

'America thanks you. And I wish you luck

'wherever you go.

'And remember, Rangers lead the way.'

Hey.

-Hey, Tricia Poe.

-Hello, Dale.

# How do I

# Get through one night without you?

# If I had to live without you

# What kind of life would that be?

-Hey.

-Hey.

# I need you in my arms, need you to hold me... #

Hummingbird.

Look at you!

I'd take a beating half my life to get a piece of that woman.

How's my baby?

She's doing fine.

Yeah?

Are you kidding me?

Sweetie...

Shh! Can't you see I'm in the middle of something?

You're going to be Miss Alabama? That makes your daddy very proud.

# How do I breathe

# Without you? If you ever go... #

Tricia Poe! You little angel, you.

-How about joining me and the boys for a cold one?

-No, thanks.

Who's Captain Huckleberry?

-You know this gentleman, honey?

-He's a regular.

Yeah, I'm a regular. Regular hound dog!

This is a special occasion. I'd like to spend it with my wife.

Soldier Dick, why don't you go buy me and my buddies a round?

Hey, Cameron. No. They ain't worth it.

Hey! Come on, Daddy. Let's dance.

Chicken shit! Because of pussies like you, we lost Vietnam!

We don't need trouble.

You should be so proud(!)

For a second there, you were that guy again.

I know it.

I was hoping maybe the army would make that guy grow up.

He has.

# How do I live without you?

# I want to know

# How do I breathe without you

# If you ever go? #

THUNDER

Hey, Gomer!

Thought you might need some help escorting your old lady home!

Cameron, let's go home! Get in the car.

Come on, man.

Cameron! Cameron, get in the car!

Ugh!

Dale!

Dale!

AARGH!

Take this, you son of a bitch!

AARGH!

Tricia!

Tricia!

God, he's dead!

Cameron, this guy's dead.

'Admit the facts. Enter a plea bargain.'

I will not plead guilty.

You could get ten years.

Admit to it, you'll get four. You'll serve maybe a year.

Cameron Poe, you pleaded guilty to manslaughter in the first degree.

With your military skills,

you are not subject to the same laws as other people,

because you can respond with deadly force.

It is ordered that you be remanded to a penitentiary,

to be incarcerated

for a term not less than seven to ten years.

HE BANGS GAVEL

Hello, pretty girl.

Yo! Over here! Hey! Hey!

"Dearest Tricia, I think of you always. Your smile, your laugh.

"I'm not angry. The blame's got to fall on me.

"I am, however, torn apart when I think I won't be there

"to see our child come into the world,

"cradled in your arms, and her first smile.

"I got your package. Those pink coconut things

"have made me quite popular.

"Met a guy just the other day - Baby-O. He sure does love 'em."

"And our daughter, beautiful Casey.

"I watch her grow in the pictures you send. I showed Baby-O.

"His reaction was, "Thank God she looks like her momma." I agree.

"It's funny. Here I am, in maybe the worst place on earth,

"and yet somehow, I feel like the luckiest man alive."

SHOUTING

"Dear Daddy, I started today at the Little Sunshine Day Care Centre.

"My teacher is Miss Gordon. She is nice.

"We go to playtime and hold hands when we walk there."

"Dear Casey, it was good to read your letter.

"I'm glad you like your teacher. We don't have playtime.

"We do go outside though, but normally we don't hold hands."

-RECORDING:

-'My wife and I will have our margaritas on the yacht.'

Mi esposa y yo vamos a tomar unas margaritas

en el yate, por favor.

"Dear Daddy, today was my first day at first grade.

"I didn't like it. I don't want to go back.

"This boy, Scotty Dalton,

"has black teeth and calls me names.

"Momma says I have to go back. Tell her not to make me."

"Dear Casey, I hope this finds you still going to the first grade.

"School is very important. Your momma's right.

"Don't worry about Scotty Dalton. Sometimes you meet people like that,

"but don't let them get you down."

"Dear Daddy, are you ever coming home?"

"Dear Casey, of course I'm coming home.

"Just a little while longer, and all the things

"we missed doing together, you can be sure we'll do.

"Dear Hummingbird, break out the china, chill the lemonade,

"tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree.

"Cos this boy's coming home forever.

"I hope I'm not a disappointment to Casey or to you. Love, Cameron."

"My daddy is coming home on July 14.

"My birthday is July 14.

"I'm going to see my daddy for the first time ever

"on July 14. I can't wait to meet you."

Isn't that cute?

Yeah, man.

What is that?

I can't see my daughter on her birthday

without bringing her a gift.

Yeah, but that's a bunny rabbit!

She'll like it.

It's either this or a tube of toothpaste

and two packs of Pall Malls.

That's a present.

I'll remember that on your birthday.

You do that, man.

"It having to be made to appear to the United States Parole Commission,

"Cameron Poe is eligible to be paroled."

It'll be a long time before I see one of those with my name on it.

You'll get your date someday, Baby-O.

-I ain't worried.

-But at this new prison

you're going to, who'll watch your back?

God's got my back. You know what I'm saying?

Ha! I'm going home, son!

Don't get all juicy on me! Get off.

Step out.

Goodbye. Goodnight.

'The US Marshal Service annually flies 155,000 prisoners

'for transfers,

'legal hearings and medical exams.'

As you know, today's flight is a special one.

We're populating Alabama's Feltham Penitentiary,

the newest super-max facility in the system.

This place will warehouse the worst of the worst.

Now, most of these guys are lifers, some on death row. Pure predators,

each and every one of them.

-'Hey, lady.'

-Lady is a dog in a Walt Disney movie.

My name is Guard Bishop.

I need a shot before getting on a plane, Guard Bishop.

-What's your name?

-Odell.

They didn't give me my shot.

You're diabetic. Your insulin will be given to you in-flight.

-Cameron Poe.

-Yes, ma'am.

You're under restraints until released, understand?

Yes, ma'am. I just want to get home. It's my daughter's birthday.

-Congratulations.

-I got locked down before she was born.

She's never seen me.

And why not?

No way was she was going to meet her daddy in prison,

surrounded by homemade cookies and love-starved murderers.

No way.

You have a walking, talking reason to rehabilitate.

So today, let's exemplify our three operative words.

Firm, fair and vigilant.

Now, let's go to work.

We off-load six in Carson City. The rest go to Feltham.

Good. Let's deal with the DEA boys.

-Know this guy?

-No.

He's a real piece of work.

TYRES SCREECH Duncan, good to see you.

-She's beautiful.

-Beautiful?

Sunsets and babies are beautiful. This is fucking spectacular.

This is Vince Larkin. He's overseeing the transpo.

Vince, Duncan Malloy, DEA.

Nice to meet you. We'll enjoy...working together.

How are you doing? Do you know each other?

Mark Sims, DEA.

Our file on Francisco Cindino, son of Eduardo,

prime mover of narcotics. It's an all-star flight.

He's a fountain of information about the business.

11 and a half OK?

Nice college boy. We interrogated him for months.

He gave up nothing.

This is our last chance before the FBI steals the glory.

We pick up Cindino in Carson City. From then until we hit Alabama,

we've got two hours to make him talk.

-He's known to be garrulous.

-What the fuck is "garrulous"?

Loquacious, verbose, effusive. How about chatty?

What's with Dictionary Boy here?

Thesaurus Boy, I think.

-You got your gun?

-Yeah.

Whoa, whoa! Gun?

-We've got rules.

-So do we. Our agents go armed.

No-one carries on this flight. There's an arsenal in the belly of the plane,

a pistol in the cockpit lockbox.

Other than that, no weapon on the aircraft, period.

My man doesn't go without his gun.

Then your man doesn't get on the plane.

OK. Well, give it to him.

Give him the gun.

-Avoid eye contact.

-I got it.

-In jail, it's a sign of aggression.

-Larkin, I got it.

OK.

TANNOY: 'We are ready to disembark.

'Awaiting your go on the transfer.'

-VINCE:

-We told you today's flight would be special.

William Bedford - aka Billy Bedlam.

-The mass murderer?

-The same. He caught his wife with another man.

He drove to his wife's family's house.

Killed her whole family and her dog.

Scan him.

Who's that good-looking brother?

Nathan Jones.

Aka Diamond Dog. Former general of the Black Guerillas.

He blew up the Rifle Association,

saying, "They represented basest of the white race."

He wrote a book in prison - Reflections In A Diamond Eye.

It's "a wake-up call to the black community".

They want Denzel for the movie.

Close door number one!

This one's done it all. Kidnapping, robbery, murder, extortion.

"Perimeter is secure. You are clear to release."

His name is Cyrus Grissom - aka Cyrus the Virus.

39 years old - 25 of them spent in our institutions.

But inside, he's earned two degrees.

He also killed 11 fellow inmates,

incited three riots and escaped twice.

Brags that he killed more men than cancer.

OK, open wide. Lift your tongue.

Cyrus is a poster child for the criminally insane.

A true product of the system.

What?! Is he one of these sociology majors

who thinks we're responsible for these animals?

No, but I could point a few fingers for you.

Look at this walking penis. You are one skinny negro.

-Easy, man.

-Open up. Smells like someone shit in your mouth!

He told me he loved me.

-Get out of my face!

-All right, all right!

Larkin, who's that guy?

That is Cameron Poe - a parolee hitching a ride home.

He's a nobody.

OK, let's do it.

Nobody on the plane knows your classification, not even my guards.

-Guard Bishop.

-Larkin.

Why does the Marshal Service employ annoying, wise-ass bookworm creeps?

Larkin's one of the best we've got.

I'd still like to crush his larynx with my boot.

Scan him.

Face me!

What's this shit?

It's my daughter.

I don't care.

No personal possessions on this plane.

As long as you know I'm getting that back.

You telling me what to do?!

-You heard me. BISHOP:

-Hey!

Come on, break it up.

Look at this fashion statement!

The do-rag got to go, homeboy!

Right here.

Attention. Final check.

Sweet bird of freedom.

Take-off in three minutes.

What's up, man?

Shit! What's up?

I thought you were someone else. Pinball Parker,

robber, arsonist, dope fiend. I'm a nice guy. I just got caught.

Aw, shucks!

HE SIGHS

All right. Face me.

I got him. Come on.

Open.

You guys are late to the party.

OK.

Go, sweetheart.

What's up, Cochise?

How.

I'm just bugging with you.

Don't get all Wounded Knee on me and shit.

You look like you want a scalping.

What you looking at, punk?

Nothing.

I was just admiring your cage. It fits you pretty good.

Well, welcome aboard.

As I look around, I see a lot of celebrities. 11 Current Affairs,

two Hard Copys, and a genuine Geraldo interviewee.

But none of this impresses me.

We have rules on this aircraft.

It's like kindergarten.

Keep your hands to yourself, the noise down.

If you want to scream, spit or bite, you'll get the treatment.

Fuck you, pig!

Gag and bag this Nazi muffin.

This kind of thing puts me in a foul mood.

If there's a hint of trouble, if anyone even passes gas

and offends my delicate nasal passages,

your testicles will become my personal property.

That's pretty clear. Good.

TRANSLATION FROM SPANISH:

It'd be Johnny 600 if they knew the truth.

Nah. Doesn't have quite the same ring to it.

Anyway, I despise rapists.

You're between a cockroach and the white stuff

that accumulates in your mouth when you're thirsty.

But in your case, I'll make an exception.

Guard Falzon?

-What?

-Oh, stewardess?

What's the in-flight movie today?

You'll like it. It's called

I'll Never Make Love To A Woman Again,

preceded by an award-winning short, No More Steak For Me, Ever.

FORCED LAUGH

Funny fucker, aren't you(?)

I hope this goes smoothly.

All those monsters on one plane.

This is a well-oiled machine. Our only worries

are stale peanuts and turbulence.

Close the forward gate.

Close the middle gate.

HE GAGS

-BABY-O:

-Come on, I need my shot!

I'm coming. Left arm.

Hey, Chief?

If you come through this all right, I hope you don't hold a grudge.

What the fuck are you doing?

Help! Fire!

Get the extinguisher! Open the middle gate!

The Last Mohican is burning, man!

That motherfucker spontaneously combusted!

HE SCREAMS

Fucking weird! I've seen that shit on Discovery!

Code Red! Fire in the rear cabin.

-I've got a fire.

-Where?

The rear cabin.

KLAXON BLARES

I thought he was singing YMCA, then the flames...!

Shit!

HE YELLS

KILL HIM!

Holy shit! Hold on, Bobby!

Give me a taser!

Get off my insulin!

Open the door! Open the goddamn door!

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Pinball, go! Pull the lever! Go! Go!

-CYRUS:

-Pinball! Behind you!

Take the gun out of the lockbox. Check it out.

Yeah! Yeah!

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

HE GROWLS

Oh, my God!

Say there was a disturbance,

but it's under control. Say it, or I WILL kill you.

You'll have nobody to fly the plane.

I never think that far ahead.

All right, I'm doing it. Take it easy.

If you say a word about this, the next wings you see

will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse.

Er, Carson City?

Hey! Hey!

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is your captain speaking. I have the only gun on board.

Welcome to Con Air!

CHEERING AND YELLING

-What happened?

-Roger, Carson City. Calm down, Vince.

There was a little ruckus.

A little ruckus?

Everything's fine.

The transponder's confirmed, and there's your baby.

Damn, this pig is heavy!

-Whoops!

-HE LAUGHS

Shit!

If we let you out, will you play nice, Billy?

Probably not.

I got a spot on my arm just for you.

-BABY-O:

-Get off my medication!

I'm sorry. Shit's in my way.

I'll use your whole body to make me feel good.

All right, man. Stop rushing.

-HE SIGHS

-Ah, yeah!

No? No?

I can't allow that.

Do you know what I am?

Ugly all day.

This ain't happening.

Not here. Not now.

It's happening!

Hey! Relax. He's right. Not here. Not now. Can you fly, Johnny?

-No.

-Keep that in mind. If your dick jumps out of your pants,

you jump out of this plane.

What are the numbers in Carson City? How many on, how many off?

Six off and ten on.

Find the six.

Three of these brothers are back there.

The other three are Benson, Karls and Papovitch.

-Where are they?

-Good question. I'll find out.

-The pilot wants to know what's next.

-He's to land at Carson City Airport as scheduled.

The law is down there. Have you lost your mind?

According to my last psych evaluation, yes.

Diamond Dog, if you would?

Think you're free?

You're not.

40 or 50 US prison guards armed with shotguns are waiting for us

at the next stop.

If you do exactly what we say, the rest of our lives

will be a vacation in a non-extradition country.

I'm talking sandy beaches,

umbrella drinks, and dirty, naked freaks!

A paid motherfucking-vacation.

Who's doing the paying?

Our employer, Francisco Cindino.

Everybody, freeze! No, no, no, no, Cyrus. No, no.

Get that ass out here now!

-In a second.

-Right now!

-Keep cool, Boss.

-Shut up.

-Who the fuck are you?

-DEA - that's who the fuck I am!

Now, you were saying?

Very clever, Cyrus.

You think I give a shit about that little bitch? Didn't you hear me?

I'm DEA. Know what that means?

You're the most crooked one here.

Why are you on board? Won't they fly you commercially?

Don't push me. I'll blow away your boyfriend.

Next time you choose a human shield,

don't pick a two-bit negro crackhead.

-Hey!

-Shut up.

-Shoot him.

-Quiet, sweetheart.

-I think you should stop.

-Stay back, man. Stay back!

-Stop before somebody gets killed.

-Back!

-All right, cowboy, I'm back.

-Stay back!

It's a situation you can't control.

I can't control it? I can't control it?

You're a dead man.

Shut the fuck up!

What's your name, convict?

My name?

Yeah.

Poe.

Nice work, Poe.

Truly nice work.

Nice going, Son(!)

Not only did you not save this dude's life,

you made best friends

with Cyrus the damn Virus!

Cyrus. I got some good news and I got some bad news.

What's the good news?

I found Benson, Karls and Papovitch.

What's the bad news?

This dead fella here

happens to be Benson. This Aryan fellow

with the bullet hole in his forehead is Karls.

This honky he's dragging in is Papovitch.

I don't know how to tell you, but we're three white guys short.

Or as they say in Ebonics, "We be fucked!"

I just want to know,

you didn't mean that dirty nigger crackhead shit, did you?

Give me that gun.

Hell, yes, I meant it.

Carson City expects six men to get off this plane.

We'll give them exactly that. I need three volunteers.

Come on, let's go.

Don't look at me, pal.

What about her?

I'm serving eight consecutive life sentences.

I got my insulin but no needles.

If I don't get my shot soon my mother'll be getting flowers.

I mean, no offence.

I can take care of myself.

I see that(!)

Go to the back. Anybody else?

Right here, man. Us two.

Right, go ahead. Go to the back.

Hey! Whoa!

They're expecting white guys.

That puts you shit out of luck.

-Come on, man!

-Sit down.

I'll get a phone. You call the Affirmative Action office.

You, go ahead.

That's it. I'm gone, man. I'm dead in two hours.

No. I'll get off, scream to high heaven.

This plane won't leave Carson City.

We need another white boy to volunteer.

The pilot's white.

Wait. The pilot? Who's gonna fly the plane?

BUZZER

Relax, Billy. Welcome to the machine.

You rang?

We got a helluva sandstorm at Carson.

Ha!

Perfect!

Crazy.

'Vacant cell D8 ready for inspection.'

Last tenant, Cyrus Grissom.

Scratches on the wall - weapon sharpening.

-The loose shelf screw?

-What the hell is this?

Looks like cocaine.

Have you got something there?

I don't know. It's all soft.

What about the rest of the pigs?

Be patient now. They haven't ceased to be useful yet.

OK, old man. Now you're Mr Papovitch.

You reach the Nevada pen in two hours.

The tape's a precaution in case any of you

are rocked by the sudden impulse to squeal like a pig.

Not that we don't trust you. But let's face it, you're criminals.

Move your head up.

-I want to stay on.

-What?

I changed my mind.

We've got a little mind-changer.

I got 15 years left and I'd just hate myself if I blew my one shot

at a naked party freak and an umbrella drink.

You got 15 years?!

You couldn't wait to get off this plane.

I know. Fear of freedom, I guess.

Get him up. Get the cuffs off him.

Pick out a guard and put that dead cop's prison issues on him.

What are you doing?

Staying. They're gagging everybody. It'll be hours

before the Feds know what happened. By then you'll be dead. So will she.

Think of your little girl.

What would my daughter think if I left you to get dishonoured

and die?

If you act like a Ranger, we'll all be in trouble.

You're not that guy any more. You're a convict!

Ugh!

Oh, God!

I told you I'd get that back.

Fuck you, trailer trash!

My momma lives in a trailer. Put those on.

I just saved your life.

OK, soldier boy. You got a plan?

Maybe.

'Chief, I got a lot of weird shit down here.'

-What is it?

-'A drawing of a plane.'

Whose cell is that?

The Virus.

Open up!

My daughter's picture.

Where'd you put it, you shit-eating peckerhead?

HE MUMBLES

Heard you had a problem.

Had to bag 'em and gag 'em. Rough crew - spitters and shitters.

On the bus, dickhead!

On the bus!

Rack the gate.

They took the plane.

You hear that, boys? We got the plane!

Shut the fuck up, Curly! You're going to get us caught.

No way, Jose! Oh!

You've got to be kidding me.

Oh, boy!

In Spanish.

Bogota, Colombia. Looks like it's from a law firm.

Orange...black.

What's up, man?

-So you Swamp Thing?

-That's right.

-Flying the plane?

-That's right.

It's amazing the shit you white trash know.

That's right.

What are you doing here?

Hello.

How you doing, baby? I'm just trying to get out of the storm.

This is a restricted area.

Look, don't worry. It's all right, I'm a cop.

You work for a prison?

Yeah, the Department of Erect... Corrections.

Creepy! The eyes are cut out of their heads.

The Last Supper.

-Is that it?

-One more.

Late addition.

-Who?

-Garland Greene.

Should be interesting.

What the fuck is that?!

That's Garland Greene, man.

Christ in a cartoon!

Shit, that's Garland Greene!

The Marietta Mangler.

That skinny man butchered 30 people

on the eastern seaboard. The way he killed them

makes the Manson family

look like the Partridge family.

Well, he's on the right flight.

You really must leave.

Tina, you've got the prettiest eyes I've seen.

"Metcar. Me, etc."

"Etc."

"Meet, etc. Meet arson."

"Meet cars. Meet cars."

"Meet cars."

"Meet cars. Meet cars." Where?

"Carson...

"City."

Oh, God. Er...

Stay here. Don't touch anything.

HE SIGHS

What are you doing? He said don't touch anything.

MUFFLED CRIES

What the hell...?

You want to have some more fun,

keep it up!

Come on.

We've got a situation here, sir. Call the Marshal's Office.

'Code Red. Those guards ain't guards.'

"They're cons. Stall 'em."

Christ!

Hey, how are you?

-Almost ready?

-Won't be long now.

HE LAUGHS

You're the man, Cyrus!

Let's go.

ARGH!

Do you hear something that sounds like a damn plane?

'You are not clear for take-off.'

Nobody on this aircraft gives a flying fuck. Get it?

Flying fuck! Thank you, I'm here all week.

Hey! Hey, Cochise, it's me!

Pinball!

I'm sorry. Hey!

Shine, sweet freedom, shine!

CHEERING / WHISTLING

Trust me. This will be a day you'll never forget.

Just step right on board and find yourself a seat.

Do they have a way of tracking planes?

It's a transponder. Every plane's got one.

Swamp, where is the transponder?

Ha! Where indeed?

Are you sure it's safe to fly in this?

I've done it a thousand times. We'll be through this soon.

All right back there, ladies?

We're following the transponder.

What the fuck happened?

What happened to Sims?

Duncan, they killed him.

They got the plane.

What kind of Keystone Cops operation are you running?

You little shit! You got my agent killed.

He brought a gun on the plane!

He should've had a fucking Uzi!

No-one carries on these flights! No-one!

He got himself killed and compromised my men's safety.

Your men are incompetent!

They got taken over by a bunch of thugs in chains and cages!

I'm not going to listen to this shit!

Guys, let's work it out.

OK.

So, what do we do now?

What's the plan? You do have a plan, don't you?

We're working on it.

Contingency plans don't exist. It's never been contemplated.

Start contemplating. This situation needs to get unfucked right now!

'I want a chopper.'

Make that a few. They need to be armed.

'National Guard, Air Force, whatever.'

'Just get 'em here now.'

What do you want to do with him?

I don't know. It's no way to treat a national treasure. Let him out.

Are you sure?

Love your work.

Hmm!

They're headed...

south-east toward Arizona.

Pinball didn't make it.

No? That's too bad.

I liked Pinball.

What do you want?

-I want to know what the plan is.

-Why you care?

I got just as much riding on this as you. We're all convicts here.

'Cyrus Grissom, do you copy?'

Cyrus Grissom, do you copy?

Yes, I copy. Identify yourself.

US Marshal Vince Larkin and Duncan Malloy, DEA.

Oh, Agent Malloy. I'm so sorry about your associate.

Nothing is as sad as a grown man pissing his pants.

Grissom, you puny fucking animal!

'You're going to the chair!'

Hey! I don't like him.

If he speaks again, this conversation is terminated.

He doesn't want to talk again. He's leaving the building, OK?

Good, I'll talk to you. The rules are,

first I ask a question, then you ask one.

What's your question?

In Carson City, your bulls were onto us. How?

One of the guards -

"One of the guards...?"

One of the guards faked a heart attack.

We had to remove his restraints.

I see. And what's your question?

Where are you going with my plane?

We're going to Disneyland.

You're lying, Cyrus.

So are you, Vince.

# Nothing makes me sadder

# Than the agent lost his bladder in the

'# A-a-a-irplane. #'

Lerner Airfield, middle of nowhere. That's our rendezvous.

49 minutes from any authority.

So, now you know.

-Excited?

-Yes.

You sure look pretty.

Mrs Poe?

That's right.

Grant, US Marshal Service. There's a problem on your husband's flight.

Your presence is requested. I have a jet standing by.

Yee-ha! What's on your mind, hillbilly?

What was I thinking about? Oh, yeah. "Yee-ha!" That's right.

I was just wondering what a black militant

was doing taking orders from a white boy on a power trip.

Don't you think that's strange?

It's a means to an end, my white friend.

A means to an end.

I can play house nigger till we get to where we going.

And then, the Day of the Dog begins.

Shh.

So what was that all about?

Nothing, except they somehow managed

to get every creep and freak in the universe onto this one plane,

and then somehow managed to let them take it over,

and then somehow managed to stick us right smack in the middle.

Hi, Garland.

Here's the jacket on Cameron Poe. His wife's on the way.

US Ranger, decorated. Did a little hell-raising as a kid.

Explain why this matters.

Fact one - we've got this guy Poe on the plane.

In for involuntary manslaughter, non-gang-affiliated. He's a parolee.

Fact two - Poe has a chance to get off the plane.

He doesn't do it. Why? Fact three -

our guard said a convict named Poe planted Sims's tape-recorder on him.

Interesting facts. Do the maths, we got an ally on that plane.

Ally?! This guy's a criminal, a murderer.

Read the file. He got in a brawl

defending his wife and killed a guy. Could happen to any of us.

I'm not one of these animals.

When did they become animals?

When they stopped caring about civilisation.

Civilisation is judged by observing society's prisoners.

Dostoevsky said that after doing time.

"Fuck you!" Grissom said that after putting a bullet in my agent's head.

How do we bring the plane down?

Shoot it down.

When exactly did this become a DEA jurisdiction?

The second a DEA agent was murdered.

I am authorised

to bring Sims's killers to justice, using all necessary means.

-That doesn't mean shooting a plane.

-Maybe yes, maybe no.

Tell me you're not entertaining this!

This is a drastic situation.

-Our men are up there!

-They all signed a no-hostage clause.

There are innocent people up there!

-HELICOPTER

-About time.

For what?

About time for what?

Attack choppers. We're going after 'em.

Goddamn it! Skip, don't do this!

This man is in an irrational state of mind!

Fuck off! Your job's finished. This flight's full.

Gentlemen, in roughly five hours

we will be flying over the shores of Mexico.

'But first, we have to change aircraft.'

Thank you. Have a pleasant flight.

What's the ETA, Swamp Thing?

At 228mph,

about 71 minutes. The problem is, we're not doing 228mph.

We're doing 205. The landing gear ain't all the way up. We'll be late.

That's unacceptable!

Check the gear.

-What do I know about landing gear?

-Learn.

Hillbilly!

Poe.

Yeah?

Cyrus wants you to check out the landing gear.

I should see some nice scenery whipping by down there.

Trees and stuff.

Goddamn! So that's what happened to Pinball.

Cut him loose. He's slowing us down. Dead weight.

Not exactly a proper burial.

Look at our shit over there.

Hurry up!

Hillbilly!

Gotcha!

Hurry up, man.

Bye, Pinball!

Oh, boy! Did you see that? Did you see?

When I get it waxed,

I get ten feet from the carwash and, pow! Birdshit.

Well, it's supposed to be good luck.

-Light's changed.

-Oh, damn!

AARGH!

SHOUTING

-You were in the Q, right?

-Yeah.

-I heard you say you had 15 years.

That's right.

That would put you on north block, right?

Yeah.

Funny thing. I was on north block.

I don't know you.

You know what, er, pal? What do you think that means?

Nothing. Not diddly shit.

See, there were 160 cats on north block

and I didn't want to know 159 of 'em, which included you.

What do you think about that?

Yeah.

He's a font of misplaced rage.

Name your cliche. His mother held him too much or not enough.

Last pick at kick ball, late-night sneaky uncle, whatever.

He's so angry, moments of levity cause him pain. Give him headaches.

Happiness for that gentleman hurts.

(What's wrong with him?)

My first thought would be, a lot.

Hi. I'm Vince Larkin.

I'm Tricia Poe.

Nice to meet you.

This must be Casey. Hello, Casey.

Hello, Vince Larkin.

So, how are you doing?

I'm sorry. Scratch that - dumb question.

You wanted to see your husband. Then this happened.

Just tell me exactly what's going on.

We're doing everything we can to get the plane down.

That's why I wanted to talk to you.

Where'd you get the rims, man?

Personal shit's down in the belly.

Hey, those are my shades!

They're mine now, sister.

Men!

It seems that your husband

had an opportunity to get off the plane and he didn't.

And I was hoping you could maybe help me figure out...why.

That makes two of us. I don't know.

It's not uncommon

that some parolees actually fear their release date.

A degree of institutionalisation sets in. Fear of coming home,

fear of society. Does this...?

No, that's not Cameron.

If you knew him, read his letters or talked to him,

you'd know that he's waited for this for eight years.

He's not gonna...

Look - he's got his little girl to come home to.

Wouldn't you do the same thing?

Have to be a pretty strong reason to keep me on that plane.

Well, knowing Cameron, I'm sure there is a good reason.

Er...

Maybe if you do see him, or if you talk to him,

maybe you could just tell him to come home, all right?

Be kinda nice to have him around.

You got it.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

Vince? Line one.

This body fell out of the sky!

Vince Larkin? This is Ted Grasso - Fresno Police Department.

"We've got a problem with a corpse."

-Uh-huh?

-"It fell outta the sky."

He's not an astronaut.

What's this got to do with me?

It's got your name written all over it.

Last transponder tag was in Arizona. Body falls here in Fresno.

Lerner Airfield.

They're turning around. Can you get me Chief...

Devers.

Vince?

Turn around.

"Plane's headed to Lerner Airfield."

Horseshit! We're tailing the transponder to Arizona.

Listen! A body fell from the sky.

"It had a note on it."

We've got him vectored at 12 o'clock.

Vince, please!

-'We're on his tail.'

-Listen!

The note on the body was to me!

-Oh, shut up!

-TURNS RADIO OFF:

Hello?

Guys! Guys! I need a plane or chopper now!

You and me both. I'm all out.

I've got to get to Lerner Airfield in 50 minutes.

Got a fast car, you can drive it.

I'm with the Marshal Services.

Send Sheriff, State Trooper, National Guard. Hold on one minute.

Proceed with extreme caution. They'll find the weapons hold soon.

Vince Larkin! Marshal Services. How do you think I got the number?

"..appears to the United States Parole Commission that..."

Poe...

Man. Oh, yeah!

Put the bunny back in the box.

I knew you was a punk.

And I was right.

You've been playing us all along.

You're a free man.

I said...put the bunny back in the box.

CHUCKLES

YELLS

Die, punk!

Why couldn't you put the bunny back in the box?

To your left, you'll see the vertical Redwong Cliffs.

We're about to establish visual contact.

Holy shit!

Abort! Abort!

If that aircraft's carrying 30 prisoners, I'm Elvis Presley.

Uncle Bob's Scenic Tours.

Shit!

300 fucking miles to apprehend Ma and Pa fucking Kettle!

We need to get to Lerner Airfield now!

'Get me Vince Larkin!'

Two went down, one came up.

Wasn't my fault.

You don't have to tell me.

Most murders are crimes of necessity, not desire.

The great ones, Dahmer, Gacy, Bundy, did it because it excited them.

Don't you... I got nothing in common with them,

with you! Don't you talk to me! They were insane.

Now you're talking semantics. What if I told you

insane was working 50 hours a week in an office for 50 years,

after which they tell you to piss off?

Ending up in a retirement village,

hoping to die before suffering the indignity

of trying to get to the toilet on time.

Wouldn't you consider that insane?

Murdering 30 people,

semantics or not, is insane!

One girl, I drove through three States,

wearing her head as a hat.

It's my daughter's birthday.

So please feel free not to share everything with me.

All right, you damn peckerwoods.

"We're putting this baby down in the sandbox."

Lerner Tower, do you copy?

"Lerner Tower. Are you there, Phil?"

"Come on, answer me.

"I am landing."

Oh, my God!

Look out!

Cuidado!

HE GASPS

HE LAUGHS

Lerner Airfield. I'm so glad to be here.

THEY WHOOP

Thank you for choosing Con Air.

Where's the plane, Francisco?

I don't know. Have patience.

The last guy who told me that, I burned him and bagged his ashes.

Cyrus, it'll be here.

Hey, you stupid sons of bitches! Jesus Christ!

Argh!

I hope he likes sand.

Check out the tower and have a look-see.

All right.

Come with us.

We're getting off.

I can't!

You can!

Don't move him.

I'm getting him off!

You can't move him. He could go into shock.

She's right, Poe. Go on, man.

I'm not leaving without you. Or you.

Oh, here we go - Ranger Boy!

Goddamn it, Poe! It's time to fight, fuck or hit the fence.

I suggest you hit the fence.

He's right. Just go.

Here's how it's gonna play. I'm gonna get you that needle.

Whatever you say. Do what you gotta do.

GASPS

You just hang on. Don't die on me.

# Swing low, sweet chariot

# Comin' for to carry me home #

Oh, no! What the hell do you think you're doing?

It's time to off the pigs.

You can't do that.

Tell me why.

We need hostages.

Why the fuck you care?

Hey, man! Come on.

I can't think of a thing I'd like better

than to put a bullet

in the brain base of these fuckers.

But the fact is, how well do you know this Cindino?

I don't know. Just what I read.

He firebombed a senator's yacht with two of his own cousins on board.

So, what's your point?

Think he won't kill hired guns who'd served his purpose?

What are we discussing here?

Poe don't want me to off the pigs.

It's easy to surmise how Nathan feels about killing guards.

My proclivities are well-known, often-lamented facts of penal lore.

What I'm wondering

is why you have any opinion about it at all.

This is your barbecue, and it tastes good.

But I was just saying to Mr... Dog that if it was my barbecue,

I'd wait for that jumbo before killing our leverage.

-Shut the fuck up!

-Don't you wanna get laid?

Fuck this!

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down, Nathan! Poe's right. We're going to plan B.

We'll get a refuelling truck and a tractor.

So go and dig the plane out!

No!

Yes!

Viking?

About time to go and get that tractor.

I'll get the fuel truck.

Thanks, Poe.

You're a most useful mammal.

Many hands make light work. My daddy taught me that.

You know what my daddy taught me? Nothing.

Self-educated man.

Have you found Larkin?

We've had trouble reaching him.

Of course you have!

He's off saving the rainforest,

or recycling his sandals or some shit!

Holy shit!

WHISTLES

Hey!

We got company!

HEY!

We got company!

Go get Cyrus.

Yo, Cyrus!

How long have we got till they get here?

10, 12 minutes, tops.

Hey, what's your name? Want to play?

GIGGLES

Nice jet. You can take Cindino and leave the rest

to rot, for all I care.

You fire that weapon,

20 pissed-off prisoners are gonna hear it. Comprende ese?

Hooray for the sounds of fucking silence!

Freeze!

You're Cameron Poe.

That's right.

I'm Larkin.

Hello, Larkin.

I got your message.

Where are the troops?

They'll be here.

They'll be here?!

Uh-huh. In a minute.

Listen, Poe. Can I lower this?

Go ahead.

Are you gonna lower yours?

Sorry. There's only two men I trust.

One of them's me, the other's not you.

Cindino was running a drag on everyone.

Yeah.

If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust?

That was a joke.

I'm glad you told me. Now I gotta get back to the plane.

You're a free man, Poe. What are you doing?

I can't trade a friend's life for my own.

You got a friend on board? I knew I was right about you.

I read your file. You're not a bad guy,

just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Goodbye, Larkin.

I spoke to your wife!

In person?

In person.

And your little girl.

You...saw Casey?

Uh-huh.

If this thing goes bad, Larkin,

I'm afraid my daughter won't understand.

If you talk to my wife again,

you tell her...

I love her.

She's my Hummingbird.

But... I couldn't leave a fallen man behind.

You'll do that for me, won't you, Larkin?

Sure I will. What are you gonna do for me?

What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna save the fucking day.

Go, gentlemen. The cavalry is on its way.

I want this airplane out now.

Come on!

Another ten minutes.

You said ten minutes ten minutes ago.

Hello, Bob. Want to come over for dinner?

Are you sick?

Why do you ask?

You look sick.

I am sick.

Do you take medicine?

There is no medicine for what I have.

Want to sing?

Sing?

Do you know He's Got the Whole World in His Hands?

Yes, I do.

# He's got the whole world in his hands

# He's got the whole...

Come on!

-BOTH:

-# He's got the whole world in his hands

# He's got the whole wide world in his hands

# He's got the whole world in his hands

# He's got the whole world in his hands. #

The plane is on the ground but it won't be for long.

Where are you?

Near the Lerner cut-off.

Nos vamos!

HE SPEAKS SPANISH

Where's Cindino?

That's my fucking plane!

No!

Cyrus!

Help me!

You missed your connection.

We were coming to get you.

Please!

-Cy...!

-..onara!

N-O-O-O-O!!!

GIGGLES

Don't kill me!

I'm not gonna kill you, old-timer. Listen, I need a syringe.

Oh, no! Drugs will end you, Son!

Is there a first-aid kit here?

Try in the fire truck in the bone yard.

All right, thanks. You just stay here and don't panic.

It's easy for you to say. You don't need a piss.

Knowing my audience, I'll make this very simple.

This is the bone yard. This is the hangar.

This is our plane.

What's that?

That's a rock.

OK.

The convoy will enter the bone yard here.

Initially, we take out the first car,

then the last, creating a trap, an air-tight cage

filled with lots and lots of dead people.

Nathan, set everybody in their position.

Bring me those propane tanks!

WHOOPING: Go, girl!

Get them in there. If they give any trouble, kill them.

What can I do?

Take this. Go into the bone yard. Anybody gets through,

-scratch their eyes out.

-You got it.

WHISTLES

GAS HISSES

Come on, little piggies.

Closer, closer, closer.

Voila!

Christ, they'll be slaughtered!

This is Larkin. Tell your men to fall back.

Now!

Come on, you stinking piece of shit car!

What are you gonna do?

What you doing?

Baby-O, it's not exactly mai tais and Yahtzee out here.

Let's do it!

You're gonna see what happens now, bitch! Bishop.

Get the fuck off me!

I'm gonna bust your ass!

Leave her alone, man!

Get behind the truck!

Get behind the truck!

When you wake up, I'll be Johnny-24.

You wanna fight somebody?

Don't...treat...

women...like...that!

Ah, shit!

Whoa! Whoa!

Get back to the plane!

Oh, my God!

OK!

-SWAMP THING:

-You better get yourself a seat.

Come on!

Take it and let's go. Get ready to move.

We're tied up!

Now, come on!

OK, I'm coming.

Go for the tyres!

Fuck the tyres!

I'm going for the pilot!

Isn't that your car, Malloy?

It couldn't be. I left mine at the office.

On any other day, that might seem strange.

Get her nose up!

Fuckers!

When this is over, so are you, you little prick!

Bye-bye, Bob! Bye-bye!

ARGH!

Go, girl!

# Sweet home Alabama

All right!

# Where the skies are so blue

Define irony.

Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous

by a band that died in a plane crash.

# In Birmingham, they love the governor, ooh, ooh

# We all did what we could do

# Now, Watergate Does not bother me

# Does your conscience bother you?

# Tell the truth

# Sweet home Alabama. #

MUSIC OFF

Someone alerted the authorities at Carson City.

Someone told them about

our Lerner rendezvous. Someone killed poor Billy Bedlam.

Could this all be coincidence? Perhaps.

Then someone went and tied a rope to our plane.

So, I ask you, what is going on? And I answer -

we have a traitor in our midst.

Now, how do we flush a traitor? I don't know.

But at the count of three, I will find out who's on my team

and who is not. That is one, two...

Wait! It was me!

It was me.

Don't listen. The insulin made him crazy.

You have been near death the entire trip.

Motherfucker, it was me.

He's flipped out.

It was pretty clever, huh, bitch?

Jesus!

No - that's clever!

-HIGH-PITCHED:

-"My daddy is coming home

"on July 14th. My birthday is July 14th."

-NORMAL VOICE:

-"I'm gonna see my daddy for the first time

"on July 14th." Make a move and the bunny gets it.

-Let's take 'em out.

-Not yet!

Fire!

Goddamn it, Malloy!

Cease fire!

Get up here!

Why are we waiting?

That is my plane!

You got it, Agent Malloy?!

You need me to draw it in crayon, as usual?

I got a bad feeling, Son,

like maybe I'm not supposed to make it.

You're gonna make it.

Cyrus Grissom, this is Vince Larkin.

We will shoot the plane down if you do not respond now!

All I can think about is like there ain't no God.

He don't exist.

Hey, where you going?

I'm gonna show you God does exist.

Fire!

You son of a bitch!

CEASE FIRE!

Yes!

Freeze, little big boy!

Switch to missile.

Roger that. Arming missiles.

Malloy, don't you do it! Get in his way.

Shit!

What are you doing, Larkin?

I got no move, sir.

Stupid bastard!

YELLS

YELPS

No! Poe!

Land this thing!

Where's the Virus?

I'm the new captain. Put this down.

Target is locked, sir.

Oh, yeah!

Don't do it! "Don't shoot!"

Don't fire.

Who is this?

-This is Cameron Poe.

-Yes!

POE!!

POE!

I repeat, target is locked, sir.

Malloy, he's got the plane!

We're not over civilian population. Now's the time, sir.

-Don't fire.

-Malloy, listen! He's a friend!

He's just trying to get home. Don't fire!

Now's the time, sir.

-Hold fire.

-Sir?

-I said hold fire!

-Thank you.

Poe!

POE!

Cyrus!

What?

All right, Poe, the Las Vegas Airport.

It's past the strip. See it?

Well, viva Las Vegas.

You can make it.

"All the runways are cleared."